Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

And this human lackey, Hawke snapped his fingers again, several bags flew out of the workshop and landed in Harry's hands.

"Here are your remaining ingredients. The basilisk's venom only took two pints." Hawke smiled obsequiously, "I have already ground the rest of the snake bones for you."

"And here is your order cost..."

Harry glanced at it, put the thing back, and with a wave of his wand, several Galleons flew out and landed in its hand.

"I'll take the sword first." Harry said softly, and Hawk sent him out with a smile on his face.

As soon as it turned around and looked back, the smile on its face faded away, and it stared at Legnac, with a stern tone: "Don't stop, it's not time for you to rest, hurry up and continue working."

"Mr Potter is being threatened."

"Put out the armor as soon as possible!"

It wished that it had a small leather whip in its hand, and as soon as Raignac relaxed, he would whip it hard.

Harry returns to Flitwick's house.

"Being back so soon." Flitwick didn't even finish his breakfast, he flipped through the Daily Prophet, hoping to find some useful news.

"How long can you use a sword?" Harry shook his head. "Professor, can you contact the Malfoy family?"

Flitwick was taken aback: "Of course, but you contacted them?"

As he spoke, he realized: "Are you suspecting that Black is at Malfoy's house?"

Harry nodded.

"The Ministry of Magic goes to Malfoy's house every two or three days." Flitwick muttered, "If he hides there, he won't be able to hide from the Ministry of Magic."

Harry said softly, "The most dangerous places are often the safest places."

"He can escape from Azkaban, maybe there is a way to escape the inspection of the Ministry of Magic."

"Blake can only get news about his master from Malfoy."

He waved his wand.

The parchment and quill flew out, and began to write a sincere letter.

Hedwig reluctantly went to deliver the letter.

Malfoy Manor.

The Malfoy family, which has always called itself "upper class", has become increasingly deserted in recent days. In order to dismiss those Ministry of Magic officials who have to come once every two or three days, he had to bleed heavily.

But those people are very greedy, they hold on to the handle once, and refuse to let go.

Not to mention, at such a critical juncture, Sirius Black successfully escaped from prison again, which made the already miserable Malfoy family even worse.

Lucius was a little overwhelmed.

He sat in the courtyard, thinking about which Ministry of Magic official he should get in touch with to turn the pages of these things.

Suddenly an owl flew over, dropped a letter, and flew away in a hurry.

snap.

The letter fell on his face.

Lucius gritted his teeth. Ever since something happened to Malfoy's house, did even an owl dare to bully him?

He picked up the letter and was taken aback when he saw the signature on the envelope.

"Harry Potter".

Is it the Potter I thought of?

This made his face darken suddenly.

He opened the letter carefully, there was no curse, or spell, and the contents of the letter were different from what he thought.

No swearing, even neat handwriting, no anger.

Words are also polite.

That's it...

Two hours later, he was going to visit Malfoy Manor, so hasty?

Before he could figure out how to deal with the legendary savior, an elf appeared behind him with a snap, and said timidly, "Master, there are two wizards visiting outside the manor."

"One is Professor Flitwick of Hogwarts."

"The other is Mr. Potter."

Lucius looked up and looked towards the entrance of the manor in surprise, came so fast?

These two hours, including the time for the owl to deliver the letter?

Manor entrance.

Harry's face turned green, he looked at Flitwick: "Professor, is this Apparation?"

"How do you feel?" Flitwick looked at him with a smile.

Harry shook his head: "It's better than the Knight Bus, of course, it's only a little better." He raised his hand, making a small distance between his thumb and index finger.

The Knight Bus is a half-day long ordeal.

Apparation is to impose this half-day torment on the body in an instant.

Chocolatey shit, and shitty chocolate.

It seems that no matter which world's teleportation, this is the case.

"Just get used to it." Flitwick patted his thigh and comforted him softly, "I was not used to this spell when I first learned it."

"But he's useful."

They chatted.

The manor door was opened.

Lucius, who was wearing a leaf-green suit, came out, with a fake smile on his face, and warmly greeted: "Long time no see, Professor Flitwick."

"And the famous Mr. Potter."

"I've been looking forward to seeing you."

Harry cut him off: "Preferably at my funeral?"

Lucius was taken aback, then laughed dryly, somewhat guilty: "How come, you are still so young..."

"Yeah, it won't be easy to start when you grow up a bit." Harry didn't give him any face, staring at him directly.

Lucius gritted his teeth: "I thought you, Mr. Potter, wanted to be a serious guest."

"I'm coming, two things." Harry cut to the chase.

"The Malfoy family is in arrears with the Potter family's patent fees, so it's time to pay them."

Lucius froze, looked at Harry, and took a deep breath.

"Ready to renege?" Harry took a step forward. He was now a head shorter than Lucius and had to look up at him. "Perhaps the Ministry of Magic will be happy to hear that?"

"They have one more reason."

But Lucius clearly felt that he was the short one: "Of course I didn't forget."

"It's just that Mr. Potter was still young. I think as a relative, the Malfoy family can keep it for you for a while."

"It's an honor to have a distant relative like you who just wants to attend my funeral." Harry sneered, "Can I take the money today?"

Lucius' face froze again: "I will give it to you before school starts."

Harry nodded: "Aha, didn't you mean to keep it for me? You still have to spend time preparing the money for 'keeping'?"

For both custody, he emphasized the pronunciation.

Lucius took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and puffed up his cheeks: "Then what's the second thing, Mr. Potter?"

"Where's Sirius Black?" Harry pulled out his wand.

Lucius narrowed his eyes: "You're not the first person to ask me that question."

"The answer is the same, I don't know."

"Really? I don't believe it." Harry shook his head.

Lucius sneered: "The Ministry of Magic doesn't believe it either. They have searched my house three times in a week, and they can't wait to tear apart every floor."

"Okay, then let's talk about the third thing." Harry didn't put down his wand.

third?

Lucius was taken aback for a moment, a little surprised: "It's not that there are only two pieces."

"Just remembered." Harry said blankly, "Why, aren't you welcome?"

Lucius gritted his teeth and nodded with difficulty: "Of course, welcome."

There are still two chapters at noon, let me take it easy~ I will update later!